Realize (h.s.) ~ Editing

Chapter 5

Just as I'm about to walk out with Harry, I hear him call out a, "Wait!"

I spin back around a little bewildered, waiting for him to speak.

"Can I have your number?" He asks and I nearly freeze.

"Um, sure." I reply, still a little taken aback by what just happened. Did that really just happen? Well shit.

I start to walk towards him, but realize I totally forgot about Harry for a second.

I spin my head to Harry. "Hey, just go without me ok? I'll see you later." I tell him.

His facial expression is hard to read before he replies with a simple, "Ok" and leaves the classroom. I hope I didn't upset him or anything. We just always walk to our next class together, so maybe he was a little annoyed? I don't know. I don't think it's a big deal, though; he probably doesn't even care. I just didn't want to make him wait, or else he would have been late for class.

I turn back around to face Zayn again.

"Here, put it in my phone." He tells me before he quickly takes out his phone and hands it to me.

I take his phone from him and quickly type in my number.

"Great." He says with a grin after I hand his phone back to him, "I'll call you later."

I giddily smile back. "Ok." I reply, my eyes dreamily following him as he walks out the door. Wow, I was definitely not expecting that at all. I thought I was a little awkward, but I guess I must have done something right.

I smile to myself as I start walking to class. Maybe he actually took some interest in me. I mean, he wouldn't have asked me for my number if he didn't. Right?

As I walk down the hall, I start to have doubts. What if he just asked for my number for the project? Maybe he just wants my number to call and ask if I can do all of the work myself or something.

No, that wouldn't happen. You know what, I'm thinking about this too much. Just shut up Alex.

I shake off the negative thoughts from my head and sigh before finally getting to my math class.

Harry's POV

"Don't forget to write down the homework on the board! Make sure you do the odd numbers in the textbook only!" Mrs. Smith calls out to the class right after the bell rings. I get up and grab my backpack, waiting for Alex to put her stuff away. Alex walked into class late, so I didn't really have the chance to talk to her, thanks to that dick.

Alex puts the last of her stuff away before getting up and slugging her backpack over her shoulders.

"Ready?" I ask.

"Yup." She replies before we walk out of class together.

As we walk, I get the urge to ask her about that stupid new kid. He just pisses me off. He thinks he can just walk in and make a move on Alex, out of all of the girls at this school. Fucking terrific.

"So...what's with you and that Zack guy?" I hesitantly ask her.

She gives me a look and laughs, shaking her head. "Zack? You mean Zayn."

"Zack, Zayn, whatever." Like I care what his fucking name is.

"Well, nothing really. I don't know. I just met him, so." She shrugs. "Why do you ask?"

I bite the inside of my lip. "I don't know. I mean, he asked for your number, right?"

"Yea, but that doesn't really mean anything. He could have just asked because we're working on a project together. You know, so he can contact me about it."

"Doesn't really mean anything?" I repeat her phrase. "Of course it means something." Pfft. Yea, I'm pretty sure he asked for her number because of the project. My ass.

"So...you're saying you think he might like me?" Ok wow, slow down.

"What? No, I didn't say that. He probably doesn't." The words come flying out of my mouth before I can think, but I immediately regret it when I see the disappointed look on her face.

"Oh." Her eyes shift to the ground.

I take a deep breath. "Ok, that's not what I meant. It's just..."

"Just what?" Her voice sounds desperate.

I shake my head out of annoyance and close my eyes. What should I tell her? I think to myself. I don't wanna tell her something to make her think he likes her, or else she'll probably take that as something to act out on. But at the same time, I don't want to hurt her...

I sigh and stop in my tracks.

"I just...don't think you're his type." That's the only thing I can think of right now.

Her whole expression shifts from disappointed to a bit angry. "What? Why wouldn't I be?"

I raise my eyebrows. "Well, have you seen the guy? He looks like a fucking crack head."

She gives me a, 'you-did-not-just-say-that' look. "Harry, he does not look like a crack head."

"Yea he does. Have you seen what he wears? I mean come on, that screams crack head."

"Just because he has a few tattoos and piercings?"

I scoff. "A few?"

She sighs. "Look, that doesn't even matter. So what if he wears stuff like that? That's just his style. It doesn't mean he's a bad person."

"I know, I never said that." Damn. How did one simple conversation turn into a whole argument about this guy?

"You shouldn't say stuff like that, especially if he's a nice guy."

I roll my eyes. "How do you know he's a nice guy? You just met him."

She hesitates. "Well, he seemed really nice in class, so." I'm about to open my mouth to say something but the bell rings and interrupts.

"Forget it, let's just drop it." She says with a lace of annoyance in her voice and I sigh. I just don't get it. What's so great about him anyways? Ok yea, maybe he is, dare I say it; decent looking. But so what? It pisses me off that she likes this guy after less than a day, yet I've known her for nearly 8 years and she's never even seen that I could be good for her.

"I'm going to science, so I'll see you later." She quickly tells me before heading the opposite direction as me.

"Ok, see you later." I call to her as she walks further away from me. Great, I can tell she's a little pissed at me. Yea, I guess it was wrong to 'judge him' and all that crap, but why does she care so much? She barely knows him and she's getting all bent out of shape. I'll never understand what goes through a girl's mind, I swear. Even a girl that I've known for years.

(Hey, I'm sorry that I haven't updated in a while. I hope this makes up for it though. I hope you like this chappie!)